Own Nothing.
Six:
The hardest thing in her life, was watching him, she was his handler, his friend when his memory was gone. True once, upon a time, he did exist, this young boy who was once real. She sighed, as he laughed with his friends, her included, he was so happy. So alive, and so at peace despite the war around them, the constant threat to his and everyone else's lives.
"Hermione, are you coming to the Quidittch game later tomorrow?" Harry asked her, waking her from her thoughts.
Hermione smiled, nodding to her friend as they put their books away, study hour was over, time for Potions. "Of Course Harry, wouldn't miss it. You guys go on ahead, I have one more paragraph on this essay."
"The essay isn't due for two week Hermione." Harry rolled his eyes at his female friend.
"You can never be to prepared." Hermione smiled, waving as Harry and Ron walked away with Neville to Potions. Hermione sighed, finishing up the paragraph with just a few sentences, and began to put her things away.
Once upon a time there was a Harry Potter, he really was a baby. But the Dark Lord really did kill him. The young man that had stood before her was a doll, her doll, herself his handler. Harry Potter was created from different personalities to create a hero that could give the wizardry world hope.
She hope that he still could after the war is over and his contract is up.